Chapter 1175: The adorable little general who has become the "Oiran" (60)
"...You brought things back, so why didn't you tell me!"
Seeing her elder sister's naive face, Feng Lan rolled her eyes and couldn't help but shook her temple lightly, and shook her head helplessly.
Immediately stepping forward, he took the little golden hairpin in Xiang Xing's hand and held it in his fingertips.
The little guy raised his soft eyes, and saw the man pursed his thin lips slightly, and looked down coldly as he closed his eyes and probed.
After a while, she opened her peach blossom eyes again, and her eyes were stained with faint annoyance.
"Sure enough."
Feng Lan gave a light tusk, turned around quickly, took the little golden hairpin and returned to Situ Ling's bed.
Upon seeing this, Xiang Xing couldn't help but follow him, shrinking behind the man, his soft eyes widened, and he looked back and forth curiously.
Seeing Feng Lan squatted down, first stretched out his hand and rolled up Situ Ling's sleeves a bit, revealing the small bamboo stick-like arms.
After squeezing it a few times, as if he had pinpointed a certain acupuncture point, he quickly poke the little golden hairpin towards that position.
The little guy only heard a "bang", and saw that Situ Ling suddenly seemed to be irritated by something, and the whole person struck up with a carp, and sat up straight...
It's just that his eyes are still tightly closed, and he doesn't seem to wake up from a coma.
Seeing this scene, Feng Lan first stared and pondered for a while, but suddenly stared at Xiang Xing.
Swiftly clung to her exquisite shoulders with both hands, bowed her head slightly, and said softly, "Sister Xing'er, I need your help."
"good!"
The little guy immediately stood upright, focusing on his head very seriously.
Just a salute and a promise to complete the task.
Upon seeing this, the man suddenly smiled, and he couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the fluffy little head.
"Come on, sit behind the Holy One,"
He pulled Xiang Xing and pointed to the empty position behind Situ Ling sitting up.
His expression became more serious, and his voice was solemn, "You look at my wink for a while, we must activate our internal forces at the same time, so that we can re-open the body meridians of the saint and wake him up, understand?"
"...Well, open up the meridians?"
The little guy frowned somewhat incomprehensibly, his head tilted, "Brother Fenglan, what exactly did the saint do?"
It's neither disease nor poison, it can't be metaphysics like descent head.
"Simply put, the saint was injured by a very mysterious outer feudal inner power."
Fenglan sat opposite Situ Ling while patiently popularizing science, "This kind of internal strength is very insidious. As long as it invades the human body, it will slowly spread to the meridians of the recruited person and destroy it from the inside bit by bit. , And eventually spread to the whole body."
"So, it's not that the saint fainting is sudden, but it's accumulated over the past few days."
"Is it because of that internal strength that is attached to this little golden hairpin?"
Xiang Xing blinked softly.
But he frowned slightly, "No, if Xiao Jinchai is the source of infection of that inner strength, then we have stayed with Sister Fenghan for the past few days. Why have we passed on the saint alone?"
Can this internal skill still automatically lock the designated target?
How can there be such high technology in ancient times?
Unexpectedly, Feng Lan laughed.
"This kind of insidious internal energy will not work on women, people who have not practiced martial arts, and those who have practiced feminine internal energy."